Woohoo, meet the teacher nights are all done and over now. Last night was the night to meet my oldest daughters teacher. He seems to be really nice with a funny sarcastic personality and an obvious caring for the kids. He sent home a letter at the beginning of this year that describes what they will be doing in class and also a little about himself. He stated in the letter that along with boxing and other things he likes to do...he likes to take naps. Ok, that's automatic cool points. I LOVE NAPS. Love them. Something great about my comfy bed and squishy pillows that I really love.
So on to my oldest daughter, Alyssa. Alyssa is almost 13, and I'm not likin' it. Not at all. For one, I had her when I was way too young..was pregnant and married at the age of 17. Yep, there's a reason why your parents (in my case my grandparents) tell you to wait. Mmm hmm. So while my first marriage is done and gone, I have this beautiful daughter. I keep trying to tell her to quit growing, but it doesn't seem to be working.
I have to say that I normally love clothes shopping for my kids. But..not anymore. Now there are bras involved. OMG. And it's not like I can just buy her a bra and get it over with. Nope. The girl thinks she needs a new bra every time we go to the store. She needs a white one, a black one, a skin color one and all the cutsie ones.
Alyssa has a sweet sensitive and caring side to her. She's a socialist yet still enjoys her alone times. She can be a bit bossy, I think she gets it from her great grandma. Actually, she may get it from me, but I got it from my grandma...so that's where she got it from then!
And last, but not least, here are some of the many faces of Alyssa:
"Do you like my boobs?!"
Ok, really now. This is how bad it really is. I ordered a swimsuit by mail and the cups came stuffed with paper. I took the paper out and went to try the swimsuit on and then got re-dressed. When I came back out of my room this is how alyssa was standing and that's exactly what she said. Yep, she actually stuffed her bra with the paper stuffing. As hard of a time as I am having with all of this growing up stuff, I couldn't help but crack up over this.
My colorful marshmallow puff
Here I am!
You know she is going to love that you told that story about her boobs some day hehe! The last pic looks like she is holding whip cream in the palm of her hand.
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